The high road

an immaterial world made of materials
stoked and piled up on the high road
but there is juice beneath the rind
oh reckless!
don't you squash the fruit to the wind.
the high road might be frustrating
what is not unfair in this world?
but you and your body must go on
dusk till dawn
each time finding new truths
hidden in the landscapes of your mind
snow and mist
blinding sunshine
drive on!
drive nobly, beloved
it's a happy way to live.